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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 19, 2008 23:54:19 GMT
Shell thinks about it for a moment before sighing a bit. "Probably, but I tend to just hear what people are thinking so it might work. Why?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 4:03:46 GMT
I shrug. "Just wondering if that's how you claim to know all that about her."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 4:23:41 GMT
"No, I sorta happen to have about eleven children at home Fitzy. Raising kids sorta gives you mother intuition." she says with a raise of her eyebrows again.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 4:27:15 GMT
"Ah... right," I nod. In which case most of what she said is not necessarily true, because I really don't see how "mother's intuition" could tell her that kind of thing.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 4:29:27 GMT
"Don't believe me do you?" she asks with a faint laugh before kissing his cheek lightly. "Do you want me to read her mind or something to see what's wrong with her?" Shell asks softly.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 4:33:25 GMT
"Skeptical," I shrug, hoping that's slightly better. I glance in the direction of Melody's room, thinking about it. "She's asleep at the moment. Wouldn't you just see either nothing or dreams?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 4:36:03 GMT
"Probably dreams which either are fantasy or her real thoughts." she says with a shrug of her own before resting her head lightly on her shoulder.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 4:42:23 GMT
"Hm...." I say noncommittally, thoughtfully. I'm still thinking about it, and definitely curiouis about what the small creature might have inside her head... but it also seems somewhat like an invasion of privacy, really.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 4:48:11 GMT
"You don't have to you know. We could talk about what's been on your mind lately if anything." she teases with a light smile appearing on her face.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 4:49:46 GMT
"Or we could talk about what's been on your mind since mine is pretty blank," I shrug.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 4:51:10 GMT
"I don't know really. Just thinking about you, the kids, my temporary insanity at moments and then my amensia..." she says, her voice getting softer by the second.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 4:54:53 GMT
I pause for a moment before saying anything in the hope that what she's said will make a bit more sense. No luck. "... Sorry. Temporary insanity and amnesia?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 5:03:04 GMT
Shell sighs and stands up just looking at the ground. "I think I-I should go. I shouldn't have bothered you with this. After all, you never thought of a future with me so why should I burden you love." she says giving him a weak smile before heading towards the door.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 5:07:32 GMT
I make an incoherent sound of protest, standing up after her and reaching for her hand so I can stop her. "Shell, even if I didn't give a damn, the... tauntingness of saying something like that and then just leaving without explaining would be unfair enough for me to insist that you stay. But since I do actually give a damn... what are you talking about?"
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 5:14:44 GMT
Shell feels a few tears fall from her eyes before she lets out a deep sigh. "Isaiah for weeks has been telling me to take it easy with all this holiday stuff and my normal drama and everything else. Of course I don't listen and... he told me yesterday that sometimes I forget who the kids are and who I am having to explain to them and me, or I'll go crazy and act like a two year old." she says before turning around to face him.
She pulls her hand from him and wraps her arms around herself. "Now why would you want to me with a crazy loon who forgets who she is?" Shell asks now on the verge of sobbing.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 5:21:29 GMT
I really wish I had some idea how to deal with something like this, instead of just standing here looking at her sympathetically, completely at a loss for what to say or do.
"... You're... you're not a crazy loon, even if you do forget who you are," I say finally.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 5:23:53 GMT
Shell laughs just shaking her head at him. "I think I am when your own child says that you are Fitzy." she says biting her lip as the tears slid down her pale cheeks. "You may not want me to be but it's the truth."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 5:26:36 GMT
"I think that people's children tend to call them wacko on a pretty regular basis, honestly." I shrug again, grimacing slightly, and reaching out without really thinking to wipe some of the tears off her cheek with my thumb. "When a professional, non-biased psychologist says that you are, fine... but I'm pretty sure your kids aren't that."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 5:39:12 GMT
Shell sighs walking towards him a little and hugging him tight. "I'm sorry for this, but I just need a hug. Isaiah's the most sane person I've met so it means a lot to me."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 5:41:12 GMT
"Fine," I mutter, only stiffening slightly and managing to hug her back, briefly.
"You still might want to actually go see a professional, non-biased psychologist though," I say, eying her worriedly.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 5:48:58 GMT
Shell laughs slightly before pulling back but still holding his hands. "I'll be fine. I don't need some shrink telling me something I already know." she says noticing that he was actually worried about her. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Promise." she nods kissing his lips lightly for a second.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 5:52:00 GMT
I kiss her back briefly, automatically... again... and then shrug. "The point of the shrink isn't so much to tell you what you may or may not know, but how to fix it."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 20, 2008 6:03:56 GMT
"I know, I know. I just don't have the money either to really pay for it." she says pulling her coat on more before buttoning up the thick buttons.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 20, 2008 15:10:03 GMT
"They have them for free in some places, you know," I point out, then feel like I ought to explain why I know this. "I tried to make Arden go to a shrink after Travis died."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 21, 2008 6:54:09 GMT
"Alright, alright... I'll try to go to one." she says with a sigh before frowning a bit. "Will you go with me?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 21, 2008 16:27:52 GMT
"To a psychiatrist?" I ask, raising my eyebrows... then shrug. "Sure."
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 21, 2008 21:23:11 GMT
She smiles hugging him lightly again. "Thank you Fitzy it means a lot." she says softly before letting go of him again. "Why do you still wince when I've kissed you?" Shell asks with a faint laugh.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 3:55:17 GMT
"Do I?" I ask in surprise, thinking back. I guess I hadn't noticed.
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Post by Shelby Crescent on Dec 22, 2008 3:58:53 GMT
"You winced when I hugged you before." she says shrugging a bit but still smiling a little. "But yet you don't when we kiss."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 22, 2008 4:05:57 GMT
"... I don't think I'd call that wincing," I shrug, when I finally realize what she's talking about. "Still not terribly used to be touched, that's all."
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